religon is just what ppl have done in the past and deny others from doing
its how human society act it imprints on thire gen's the colective paradigem, its the reason for indevidual's they are creatd by the law of negative reversal
i mean from a point of view of a God/ess or some huge bloob of alian monster like it came from "call of cathulhu" Indeviduals are nothing compared to the rest of society as in 'sum of it plus the rest of it is all of it'
its just one
all the rest is nothing
they are the building blocks of our conciecnes
humans act on the same randomness
maybe our whoule reality is just like in the matrix
or it isnt in the whoule, just in parts of it.
or from an opposite view 'the matrix is just like in youre...'[deluted mind u idiot] [ its just art man]
why does ppl so much want to find out things ?
what does 'find out' mean?
is it the art of excluding???.......!
our whole reality is just art and we are the artist who enjoy this
and all those things that we think of as un-thinkble is what society in a whole dont find good for her like she is some vest intellgence or grat great feeling
the great great feeling is the cause of the "intellegence"
and many ppl belive that the ideas should stay and in time they will be indeviduals
[whow i allmost enterd a loop of belive in beliving]
what if evrybudy is a computer?
the computer.
everybody is a computer, adn everythign is a computer. it's all a mcirocosm within a macrocosm within a microcosm withina macrocosm, et al,ad infinitum.
the universe was not designed by microsoft, nor by apple. rather it was designed by las vegas. (ie, the house always wins)
Hey kid, I'm a computer. (http://media.ebaumsworld.com/index.php?e=gijoe-computer.mov)
Quote from: horabrather it was designed by las vegas. (ie, the house always wins)
The light at the end of the tunnel is not a train; it is a bug-zapper.
there is no computer but the computer
paranoia rpg :)
Quote from: neophilethere is no computer but the computer
paranoia rpg :)
"Permission to repair flybot denied. Please report your location upon impact."
What if everyone but me were robots put here by God to stimulate me in a giant experiment? If that were true, I could do whatever I want with no consequence! Thank you for showing me the light, Mr. Trout!
Do robots have better sex?
Quote from: St. Hugh, KSCDo robots have better sex?
I think that depends on thier programmer
None of Them Knew They Were Robots
Mendel's machines replicate in the night
In the black iron prison of St. Augustine's light
He's paying the bills and they're doing him proud
They can float their burnt offerings on assembler clouds
With omega point in the sight
The new Franklin's fly their kites
And the post modern empire is ended tonight
From history
The flood of counterfeits released
The black cloud
Reductionism and the beast
Automatons gather all the pieces
So the world may be increased
In simulation jubilation
For the deceased...
Spray-on clothes and diamond jaws
Wrinkles smoothed by nanoclaws
With my machines I can dispatch you
From this world without a trace
Our nostalgia ghosts are ready to take your place
Content-shifting shopping malls
Gasoline trees and walk-through walls
None of them knew...
I feel the grey goo boiling my blood
As I watch the dead rise up out of the earth
Try to hide from the lies as they all come true
Deus absconditus
Deus nullus deus nisi deus
I feel the grey goo boiling my blood
As the fenris wolf slowly bites through his chain
Try to hide the myth as it becomes a man
None of them knew they were robots
Buying an X or an O
In state craft tic tac toe
Cats game for Joe blo
Post industrial bliss
A binary hug or kiss
Can be wrung from utility mist
They stole the great arcanum
The secret fire
Moloch found his gold
For the new empire
Once again
The necrophage becomes saint
Lindy hop around the truth
Jump back wolf pack attack
Slap back white shark attack
Swingin' up there in the noose
Jump back wolf pack attack
Slap back white shark attack
Phased array diffraction nets
From full-wall paint-on TV sets
Migratory home sublets
And time shared diamond fiber sets
Recombinant logos keys
Bitic Qabalistic trees
I feel the grey goo boiling my blood
As leviathan and his bugs freeze the sea
Try to save the world by immolating myself
From history
The flood of counterfeits released
The black cloud
The resurrection of the deceased
Automotons gather all the pieces
So the world may be increased
In simulation jubilation
For the builders
Of the body of the beast